A Forecast

This poem pretty much sums up all the problems I've had with doctors in the past. I'm no Scientologist but I've had some pretty bad ones.

A Forecast

 

I see the pill-grubbers marching down the wasteland

I see us all striving for annihilation

I see the rancid grease pouring from a tree

I see the spirit of the forest ignore my plea

 

I see my bloated dead body

I see others laughing, it is so funny

I see a scalpel rip apart the flesh

I see the doctors coated in camo mesh

 

I see Satan laughing at the falling nations

I see God's tears drowning all our patience

I see another drug forced down my throat

I see the weapon and my anger is stoked

 

I see a hospital full of victims

I see the staff arguing as the lamp flickers and dims

I see myself chained to a surgical bed

I see the needle, and then I lie awake dead